Through The Grace of Mystery

vast - yet this too fails in

our description. 

through our endlessness we give rise to oceans, mountains, and stretching further to infinite stars and planets. And too we hold a single blade of grass, particles and their hidden nature, all in the intimacy of singular devotion. This - with no effort or will of our own. It simply happens through the grace of mystery. 

to see ourselves in true capacity - we trace our line of vision from object, back to the source from which the view began. We look for the solid form of a seer, and in it's absence (if indeed one is not found - look) we note the emptiness, and more we see too how it holds our world - from the single blade of grass to again every star. It's this space that allows life to be expressed in such unique fashion, gives room for our expansion in such creative ways, and never reaches a point where one more thing is not accepted. 

Everything belongs here. 

~

Peace,

Eric